T - Tara

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Flitting in the corners of my mind 

In the spaces between your fingers 

Memory glides in, filling in that empty space

A bygone era, good times and bad 

Teaching me something, always 

Yet it's the ghost of the ones gone sour

That haunt me still, keeping me awake

In crowded rooms and on starless nights 

The slimy wet memory that 

Makes you break out in a cold sweat

Or the smile of an old friend 

Lighting you up from inside 

Broken glasses, stained fingers 

Swollen lips, secret letters 

That swing in the corner of our park

Where we used to sit, holding hands 

Let me go back once more 

Experience it all over again 

Even those tears that were spilt 

Just to feel your hands 

Trace those salt tracks on my cheeks...

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